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Joe
hurried
,
and
they
drank
together
.
"
The
work
did
it
,
eh
?
"
Joe
queried
.
Martin
refused
to
discuss
the
matter
.
"
It
’
s
fair
hell
,
I
know
,
"
the
other
went
on
,
"
but
I
kind
of
hate
to
see
you
come
off
the
wagon
,
Mart
.
Well
,
here
’
s
how
!
"
Martin
drank
on
silently
,
biting
out
his
orders
and
invitations
and
awing
the
barkeeper
,
an
effeminate
country
youngster
with
watery
blue
eyes
and
hair
parted
in
the
middle
.
"
It
’
s
something
scandalous
the
way
they
work
us
poor
devils
,
"
Joe
was
remarking
.
"
If
I
didn
’
t
bowl
up
,
I
’
d
break
loose
an
’
burn
down
the
shebang
.
My
bowlin
’
up
is
all
that
saves
’
em
,
I
can
tell
you
that
.
"
But
Martin
made
no
answer
.
A
few
more
drinks
,
and
in
his
brain
he
felt
the
maggots
of
intoxication
beginning
to
crawl
.
Ah
,
it
was
living
,
the
first
breath
of
life
he
had
breathed
in
three
weeks
.
His
dreams
came
back
to
him
.
Fancy
came
out
of
the
darkened
room
and
lured
him
on
,
a
thing
of
flaming
brightness
.
His
mirror
of
vision
was
silver
-
clear
,
a
flashing
,
dazzling
palimpsest
of
imagery
.
Wonder
and
beauty
walked
with
him
,
hand
in
hand
,
and
all
power
was
his
.
He
tried
to
tell
it
to
Joe
,
but
Joe
had
visions
of
his
own
,
infallible
schemes
whereby
he
would
escape
the
slavery
of
laundry
-
work
and
become
himself
the
owner
of
a
great
steam
laundry
.
"
I
tell
yeh
,
Mart
,
they
won
’
t
be
no
kids
workin
’
in
my
laundry
—
not
on
yer
life
.
An
’
they
won
’
t
be
no
workin
’
a
livin
’
soul
after
six
P
.
M
.
You
hear
me
talk
!
They
’
ll
be
machinery
enough
an
’
hands
enough
to
do
it
all
in
decent
workin
’
hours
,
an
’
Mart
,
s
’
help
me
,
I
’
ll
make
yeh
superintendent
of
the
shebang
—
the
whole
of
it
,
all
of
it
.
Now
here
’
s
the
scheme
.
I
get
on
the
water
-
wagon
an
’
save
my
money
for
two
years
—
save
an
’
then
—
"
But
Martin
turned
away
,
leaving
him
to
tell
it
to
the
barkeeper
,
until
that
worthy
was
called
away
to
furnish
drinks
to
two
farmers
who
,
coming
in
,
accepted
Martin
’
s
invitation
.
Martin
dispensed
royal
largess
,
inviting
everybody
up
,
farm
-
hands
,
a
stableman
,
and
the
gardener
’
s
assistant
from
the
hotel
,
the
barkeeper
,
and
the
furtive
hobo
who
slid
in
like
a
shadow
and
like
a
shadow
hovered
at
the
end
of
the
bar
.
Monday
morning
,
Joe
groaned
over
the
first
truck
load
of
clothes
to
the
washer
.
